Out of Reach

No one’s here.
And I’m barely sleeping
thinking about how each move I have made
has lead me to a dead end.
And I got lost behind the mirror.
I shut the curtains, put a fence around my room.
And I don’t want to say
that I ran away from you but it’s true.
What if this room explodes, oh would you get me out?
I’m already choking.
I certainly spent a few years staying alone on a couch.
And I can’t breathe in.
What if this room explodes how could you get me out of there?
You can blame,
I let some distance settle in,
I’m out of reach now.
Leave me where I’m standing I won’t stay here for too long
cause I don’t think that I’ll do well on my own.